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Monthly Archives: September 2011

If you ask me what my favorite movie was when I was a kid, I’ll say Star Wars. And it’s true, that was the movie that I had the most toys from. But in reality, my favorite movie was Dirty Dancing. My brother and I went through a phase (that lasted at least two summers, maybe more) where we watched that movie Every. Single. Weekend. We’d go over to my step-grandparents house, have a big Italian lunch and then watch Dirty Dancing.

As I’ve mentioned before, I was formally diagnosed with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.) The general reaction has been duh, even from me. But that response is to the stereotype of ADD/ADHD. Even I just assumed that all the diagnosis means is that I’m high-energy, talkative and scatterbrained as all hell. All of which are true. But now that I am finally (after much procrastinating and foot-dragging) learning about the disorder, I am discovering that it is a sprawling, underlying sensory clusterfuck that gives me both awesome benefits and terrible drawbacks. I am feeling crazier and saner and more hopeful and more regretful than I ever have before.

I’ve mentioned I’m a movie buff, and I’ve decided to throw in some movie reviews and film discussion here. I’m not changing this to a “movie blog,” but since this is my blog and I can’t shut up about this stuff, here we are. I’m calling them Spoilerific because I will totally wreck the endings of every movie I review, so don’t bitch to me later; you’ve been warned. Today I’m going to discuss why Hostel I is a brilliant genre piece (in the genere of “torture porn”) and Hostel II is a damn near perfect sequel.

All of my “spiritual journey” to this point was reasonably normal. Various flavors of Christianity, followed by exploration into Wicca and assorted other Earth-based or Eastern-influenced faith paths that were not entertaining or enlightening enough to blog about. I was not ready to accept my own non-belief; the idea that there wasn’t a God felt too empty. Without an alternative, once I’d exhausted all the “normal” options, there was no choice but to go abnormal.

So. I don’t have to tell you what today is the anniversary of. You can’t look anywhere, online or IRL, and not see some kind of red-white-and-blue reminder that this is the tenth anniversary of the attacks on 9/11. I am of two minds on this. On the one hand, I have family that is (or was) in the military and feel very strongly about this date. I have friends who lost people they loved. I am generally (despite my penchant for mockery) a pretty compassionate, kind person. On the other hand, there’s this:

I’m still working on Why I Don’t Believe In God, Part Four, but it’s definitely going to be a few days. There’s so much information to condense. It’s like pruning down to a Bonsai; this tree has so many branches that it takes a while to trim it down to a potted plant.

Religion stopped being of much importance around the time D stopped writing to me. I started actually dating, hanging out with friends, being a normal teenager. Even getting into trouble now and then. Nothing serious, mostly just sneaking around with my friends or breaking curfew.

I’ve had a few days of not writing. Sorry about that. The house is still kind of a mess, but I’ve enjoyed taking some actual time off. Not a whole lot, but E hung out at Grandma’s house for a few hours, and it was my day to sleep in yesterday, and then today we took a trip out to Siuslaw Falls for some wading. Now the wee boy is asleep, Uncle Chris caught up on season 4 of Breaking Bad at our place and we ate and watched Hell’s Kitchen over at their place. I didn’t buy, cook, or clean up after anything. And Chip made blackberry milkshakes in the garage for dessert.

This blog isn’t my first writing exercise by far. Aside from the ill-fated website I ran, I have library of fanfiction that ranges from “pretty good, actually” to “terrifying gay hobbit porn” and circles back around to “huh. I guess I don’t get fanfiction.”

The Nostalgia Chick
Not surprisngly, the Nostalgia Chick goes more in depth than the Critic (who swears more, which is a point in his favor). Man, I’m glad someone else remembers Jem and the Holograms.

The Nostalgia Critic
Great mashup reviews of stuff from childhood. Because the 80’s were SOOOOOOOOO long ago…

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Abigail is married to a mad scientist and spawned a smart, funny, beautiful boy who is currently two. She has a degree in Psychology that she doesn't use, a minor in Gender Studies that she sometimes uses, and a rapier wit that she always uses. Geeky, nerdy, irreverent, smart, funny and always weird.